The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 200

For real?

He’s actually going to give her a ride home?

Was he pulling her leg?

Did he even know where she lived? Chapter 199

At that moment, another woman waiting for her ride, dazzlingly beautiful with stunning makeup and a killer body, saw the luxury car

Her face lit up at the sight of the luxury car and she enthusiastically approached it.

Just then, the window of the black car rolled down to reveal a handsome and suave man

He was not just handsome, he also looked incredibly distinguished.

Any woman would be smitten by his good looks.

The beautiful woman instantly flashed a smile, approached the car, and sweetly said, “Handsome, are you up for a date? I can hop into your car right now”

And, she intentionally flaunted her body, which she believed to be attractive

Lysander Sinclait, unimpressed, coldly said, “Scram

The woman’s cheap perfume was so overpowering that it gave him a headache.

Shock replaced the smile on the beautiful woman’s face, and she stepped back with disappointment and helplessness.

She then saw the man’s deep gaze fixed on a plain–looking woman behind her, who was busy devouring an ice cream. And then he called out, “Thalassa, come here!”

The beautiful woman was seething with jealousy. How could this ordinary, country bumpkin catch the eye of such an outstanding man?

Thalassa, hearing her name, looked around in surprise and saw Lysander in his car, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the window, looking dashing and elegant in the setting sun, almost radiant.

Was it Lysander who had called her?

Thalassa blinked, initially hesitant, but eventually found herself walking toward him. “Mr. Sinclair, did you call me?”

her look rather goofy against Lysander’s serious demeanor,

haste, she accidentally flung the ice cream, which landed smack on the

The woman screamed

and frantically wiping the woman’s face. “I’m

of Thalassa’s frantic wiping, the woman’s makeup smeared all

shrieked and pushed Thalassa away, saying. “Don’t touch me,

started crying, feeling utterly

fake eyelashes fell off, mascara smudged, eyeliner smeared all around her eyes, and

together, endlessly apologizing. “I’m

country bumpkin!” The woman huffed angrily and stomped off in her high heels,

taken aback. Was the woman referring

Thalassa accidentally smeared ice cream all over the woman’s

tugged at the Corner

the perfect, well–mannered ladies of high society, she seemed more lively

got out of the car, walked over to Thalassa,

slightly rough, but warm. As soon as he grabbed

causing her to

her hand out of his grip, and Lysander held on tighter, leading her towards

not the point, though. How on earth would

in her house, she’s going to be

and said, “No need, Mr. Sinclair, I can

Lysander had already opened the car door and stuffed

chilly and left no room

the car door, got back behind the wheel, and

the road, her coworker Daryl

departing black Rolls–Royce in disbelief. “Did you see

plate and nodded, “Indeed, that’s

into his car personally.

wander their way when she was standing aside to

didn’t think of Thalassa, who was standing right

that she thought of it, could it be that Mr. Sinclair was looking

but she said